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VOLUME 5 NUMBER 7 (#33) December, 2002
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The editorial board of The CyberSenior Review:
Pat Davidson ........... patd@chatback.demon.co.uk Lotte Evans ............ lottee@corplink.com.au Tom Bruce ............. tom@laplaza.org Audrey Autio .......... aautio@tampabay.rr.com
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D I T O R I A L Lotte Evans
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"My
computer has been down and I can’t e-mail anyone so I’m calling you
from at home in Beer-Sheva,” said Rachael. “We’ll be arriving
in Seattle on July 29th and will stay with you and Rod until
the first of August. I’ll send you my itinerary later--not sure
how or when, but I’ll get it there. Oh, and by the way, we’re
both allergic to dairy and soy, and we don’t eat much meat, but we’re
big on vegetables. Bye!” And I sat there, completely
stunned.
Through the years we have
stayed in touch by e-mail, and now and then Rachael sent us pictures to
show Rahbie’s progress. They showed a chubby, intelligent baby,
and then a lively toddler and budding extrovert; always interesting and
always curious. This spring I received an e-mail saying that her
brother Ari was getting married in Boston in July and that she, her mother
(with whom they live) and Rahbie would be flying over for the wedding.
After the wedding, she said, she wanted to do some traveling in the States
by train, and in the process visit friends and relatives here and there.
This was followed a bit later by another e-mail which said her mother had
fallen and broken an ankle(!), but she was hoping it wouldn’t affect the
trip. Then, silence, until the sudden phone call in early June.
which means only a short walk past the Space Needle to the Food Court, except for a small detour past the Whale’s Tail Waterfall where she and several other children soak themselves down playing under the
After a stop at the AAA for Rachael’s maps we crawl home through the usual commuter mess, and by mutual agreement decide to eat out. We take them to our favorite Thai restaurant and both of them scarf it down as if it were their regular fare, even though Rachael says it is a first for them. After Rachael tucks her tired daughter into bed she visits with us until she is falling asleep in her chair, but still doesn’t want to stop; “because,” she says, “I have no idea when I’ll get back here and want to take advantage of it.”
We have to race to get the two
of them to the rental car agency before noon she is driving to Pendleton,
Oregon (a 300-mile drive over mountains) and needs to get moving.
However, we discovered early on that Rachael’s conception of
time
is rather different from ours, so we nearly always leave later and get
back later than planned. This time she insists on pictures in our
garden and various other last-minute details, but we finally get them off
after a near-nervous breakdown by Rachael; she is so worried about how
everything in the car works she has both the agency clerk and me giving
her instructions. Quick hugs all around--the lady has a hug like a
bear--and they are gone. The house feels strangely large and empty
when we get home. Isn’t it amazing how one little girl and her
mother can bring life and color to a place, and their departure can tug so
much at your heartstrings!
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I guess you all have read Dickens Christmas Carol at one time or another. Remember when Scrooge meets Christmas Past? Now I have never been a Scrooge but I do think of Christmas past when I sit wrapping Christmas presents. I think of all those children for whom I have wrapped innumerable presents and how they were received, first by my own four children when they were small, and now add to that number my seven grandchildren and you can see it is quite a monumental job, first the buying and than the wrapping I mean. I know, I know, Christmas has gone more and more commercial but I do love every bit of the run up to the big day. So here I sit, reminiscing, wrapping and planning. On the first of December I and any family member around on that day will trim the tree and set up the advent wreath my brother gave me some years ago. I will put up the Advent calendar Jaime and Caitlin have made for me and then we will unpack all the glass ornaments some of them quite old and there will always be an argument who would put the glass birds on the tree. Then we will unpack the bubble blowing Santa and put the musical bell over the door, next comes that funny looking Santa Nicholas gave me when he was quite small. Between you and me I am not all that keen on that Santa's looks, but Nicholas bought it with his own money on a charity stall and was so proud when he gave it to me. Even now, seven years later, when the Santa is unpacked he looks for a special place for him. My family is very fond of traditions, and on of their favorites falls on the sixth of December, Saint Nicholas day. On that day children in Austria put their shoe in the window hoping that Saint Nicholas will fill it with a bag of goodies. My grandchildren like that Austrian custom no matter which age they are. Mike who has joined the Navy told me with a meaningful look that he was asking his little sister to place a shoe in the window and he would collect his loot on his next leave.
We often have a party at that time when Saint Nick and his helper the Krampus drop in for a visit
Saint Nick smiles benevolently and the Krampus chases the naughty children around my garden, eventually Saint Nick reaches into his big bag and gives small presents to everyone, naughty or nice. Another yearly custom has been a trip to the shopping mall and having a photo taken of all my grandchildren. Its quite a trick to get them all to smile at the same time Well that's enough of Christmas past, I better get back to Christmas
future and get on with my wrapping.
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Most Taosenos start the Christmas season by putting up their decorations at the beginning of December. Then -- each evening, as you drive through this small rural Northern New Mexican town-- you can watch the Christmas transformation take place as this community moves into a hope-filled season A common decoration --appearing most everywhere-- are the "farolitos" (or little lanterns) which are homemade from small church candles carefully placed inside brown paper shopping bags. Each bag has a bottom layer of sand and the top has been rolled down so that it cannot collapse over the flame. The making and maintenance of many farolitos is the job of the little ones guided by "El Abuelo" (the grandfather). These bags are then dispersed about 4 ft apart along drive and walk ways and atop roof edges. The businesses round the "Taos Plaza" (town square) do an exceptional job here and the only lights you see are the farolitos and the hanging electric Christmas lights. It is a colorful picture as you approach the center of the Plaza from any direction. These simple Christmas decorations are enhanced by our adobe architecture which has been described as one cube stacked on top of another with each building separated by rounded organic walls -- all made out of mud and straw bricks (called "adobes"). If you have seen pictures of typical mid-eastern mud villages then you can begin to "see" Taos with your minds-eye. Scattered around our Taos valley are a number of small Catholic chapels called "Capillas" (say "Ka-pee-ahs" by pronouncing the double-L, ("..ll..") as a long-e) These little Hispanic churches were built early on to provide a place for religious worship. Then .. was a time when it was difficult to walk or ride a horse to get into Taos -- while fighting off sudden changes in the weather or sudden Indian raids. These Capillas also represent a common Hispanic heritage belonging to a cluster of isolated families joined together to form a community of mutual support. Each felt the loss of their family, their homeland, and friends --a continent and ocean away in a distant place called, Spain. Today we simply get into our car and drive a few minutes to go to any one of these small chapels for mass. Each Capilla is still lovingly cared for by the descendants of those families that dug the first ditches to water the fields, raised cows to feed their hungry mouths and had babies to do it all over again. The only difference, now, is that, those once large tracks of land (Spanish Land Grants) surrounding the Capilla have been subdivided into small home-lets and the priest that once lived with them .. now only comes once a month to say mass, hear confessions, and baptize their newly minted babies in their little Capilla.
But we are talking about Christmas time and the Capilla also serves as a prayerful "way station" along a route taken by weary walkers who participate in a serious pageant called "Los Posadas" which celebrates the 12 days before Christmas. During these events "Los Pastores" (people dressed as Shepherds and rural folk) form a nightly procession lead by a young women carrying the "Nacimiento" (a small figure representing the baby Jesus --hidden under cloth since Santo Nino has yet been born). Los Pastores are going to see the birth of this great child they have all heard about. The path is dark and cold but along the foot-route, families have built little fires to mark the way. These fires are called "luminarias" and they are built in the form of a cube -- that is, an opened box-like stack of pinon logs, each about 2 feet high and wide with one log laid atop another. These fires will burn brightly and quickly and they will be fed by youngsters while their Elders stand by discussing the best way to build and maintain a "proper" fire -- as taught too them by their Pa-Pa Grande. The route of these travelers is designed to be long but to pass the time, these pilgrims pray, sing songs and perhaps tell stories as they walk from house to house "looking" for a place to rest and sleep .. But all is not well .. at each door they are shouted away by the "Patron" of the house (and giggling children) , "No .. No .. We have no place for you, here .. go away!" as they slam the door -- each rejection more loud and more elaborate than the last. (btw .. did I mention the giggling kids?) At
the end of this terrible ordeal they finally come to a home where they
find a generous person who will give them a welcomed place to sit,
perhaps a wooden stool to rest sore feet and a cup of the traditional
"atole" (blue-corn meal mixed with thick cream and sugar) .. but
always .. a great meal of
traditional Hispanic foods -- catered by sympathetic Angels that
have been sent for this occasion. On another night, a different route will be
taken and another Capilla will be visited .. but the needed foot rest and
sumptuous meal are repeated. In all of this, it is a great simplification to label this event "Hispanic." Many of the original and present participants are a mix of Hispanics, Moors, Jews, Anglos and American Indians and each has brought something of their own traditions into this community and into these and other local Christmas events. .. and because of this .. each visitor belongs here.
Dear
Elder ..
Related
Children's Books: Northern New Mexico Authors: "I
went to sit on the doorstep with the children. In this country there is a
need to sit quietly now and then - to look, to listen, to feel. Even
the children were quiet as they ate tortillas. As I watched the
lengthening shadow of the round Kiva, I was thinking of another summer day
when I had ridden down to the Pueblo from the mountains." --
Edith Warner The
House at Otowi Bridge -- by Peggy Pond Church "(Her) little house stood besides a dingy boxcar rail station not far from the tracks of the Denver and Rio Grande narrow gauge railroad that until late 1941 ran between Santa Fe and Antonito, Colorado. In the early twenties a one-lane suspension bridge was built besides the old railway trestle, the old crossing at Buckman was abandoned and Otowi became the unloading point for all mail and supplies that were shipped to the Los Alamos School from Santa Fe." |
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Blessed old Santa Claus! King of delights! Don't take it hard, if I say in your ear, Little red hands that are aching with cold, Don't you think, Santa, if all your life through, Safe in your own quiet chamber at night, Blessed old Nick! I was sure, if you knew it,
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A
Sound Season
Assembled byTomb
Note: You must have "Real Audio" installed on you computer to play these sound files. (To download, click "here" ..wait .. then look in the upper-right hand corner of their web page for the "free" version of "realOne Player in small print (i.e. not the 14-day trial version) ... or ... you can download my version by clicking here. The file is 5 megs so it might take several minutes to download but you can keep it and use it again and again. It was only a few years back that we listened to stories on the Radio or sat with family and friend to tell the traditional Christmas tales. It was then that we used our "mind's eye" to create those Christmas images that are still with us. Wouldn't it be fun to do it again ...
'Twas the Night Before Christmas The Christmas Story A Child's Christmas in Wales: I II A Sound Gift
for Pat
And Now:
Please Sing Along with Us, All ...
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